Luyện nghe bài hát The House Of Orange

[Stan introduced this song on stage, "I don't care what your politics are,
our children are dying in the streets, time to put away the guns." He
said never write a political song, but he did and we thank him for it. It
is fitting it be the last on the album as it was the last one he wrote.]
I took my hand and I showed him the door
No dollar of mine I part with this day
For fueling the engines of cruel war
In my forefather's far away.
Who fled the first wearing all that they owned,
called 'Navigators', all ragged and torn,
And the Grand Trunk here, and found a new home
Wherever their were born.
Their sons have no politics. None recall
from long generations before.
O'this name or O'that name can't at all
Or be enough for to war.
And meanwhile my are safe in their home,
Unlike pale cousins who cower and cry
While kneecappers nail their Dads to the floor
And them to hate and to die.
those cruel beggars who spurn the fair coin.
The peace for their kids could take at their will.
Since the day old King prevailed at the Boyne,
They've bombed and maimed and they've killed.
Now they cry out for money and at the door
But Home or Republic, 'tis all a big shame;
And a curse for us here who nothing of war.
We're in nothing but name.
All rights and all wrongs have long blown away,
For causes are ashes children lie slain.
Yet the U.D.L and the cruel I.R.A.
tomorrow go murdering again.
But no penny of mine I add to the fray.
"Remember the Boyne!" will cry out in vain,
For I've my heart to the place I was born
And forgiven the whole House of
Billy and the whole House of Orange.